Ode to albatrosses

For a million and one reasons I’ve gotten rid of the blog. With my absolute inability to just get rid of things, you will notice that I only deleted the last year of my life from it. I’m not good at getting rid of things, I try and it just doesn’t seem to work, so I haven’t, I just deleted the posts that annoyed me.

I’m not going to say that I’ll never write in this again because I don’t know that, and I can’t promise that old posts might suddenly reappear as I go through them better, but for the time being it’s gone.

There are so many ways I want to express myself, and I love the blog because it lets me and I only have to write one entry at a time, it’s so much easier than a book, but it’s more of an unhealthy and egocentric kind of release. I write because I feel the need to have my feelings confirmed by others, that I’m doing the right thing, that I’m not, and I shouldn’t need that sort of confirmation. I DON’T need that sort of confirmation.

I started writing a blog almost five years ago now. I’ve had quite a few, and eventually delete them for very little reason; maybe I’ll create another in replacement eventually. This one has lasted longest.

For now I say a temporary goodbye, I don’t know what will happen and I’m not sure that I can properly say it yet. So think of it as a “see you later,” a sort of half unsure “I might be back.”

Labels: Growing Up